Fate

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Note : Fighting, swearing, and awesomeness will happen in this story. Also, some OCs might appear! Happy reading!

The crackle of falling ash scattered on the blood soaked sand. Black clutched the ground panting, the blood belonged to him. A blade lifted up his head towards a figure dressed in white robes, the sword made of black obsidion. The man spoke.

"Why does she trust you with her life, when you cannot even save your own."

He tossed his black hair back before laughing with a sadistic look in his eyes. He looked back down at Black.

"You. Lose."

The man lifted the blade and swung it.

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